Доброе время суток!

М-да, настала пора появиться! Вот и проверим, заглядывает ли сюда ещё хоть кто-нибудь. Итак, всем присутствующим и просто случайно проходящим мимо предлагается небольшая викторина-эксперимент. Ниже описывается существо, являющееся своего рода воплощением некой абстрактной сущности. Прочитав сию зарисовку, требуется угадать (или, скажем мягче, предположить), что же это за создание.

Strange is this creature and weird are its relations with people. Coming by stealth it can be horribly clumsy in its carelessness. Meaning caress it cuts the ground from under one’s feet, unearths the stones, burns down the grass. With an eye as keen as to single out one ear in the whole world-wide ryefield it is almost universally supposed to be as blind as a bat – and not without a good reason.
Graceful as it is, this creature is strong and enduring. Its eyes are enchantingly tender, its fur is soft and smooth, its body is admirably svelte, and its paws, seemingly heavy in the slightest swaying of their hair after a royally well-timed jump, are noiseless. It has the wings of a flamingo sweeping easily to the very sun in a vision of majestic grandeur. When broken they turn into claws, long-reaching and merciless, ready to cripple and to maim.
This creature lives on a solitary island of a deep sea far beyond the skyline. Thither it carries anyone who takes it as tame. There the white sandy shores roll out pearl carpets into the turquoise waters and tall shady palms idly whisper of a new victim bewitched for a timeless spell. Rosy dawns are changed by the serenity of a dazzling day, and lusciously breathing twilight gives way to the star-sprinkled vault of night.
But if anyone comes to the shore seeking escape he wishes his eyes betrayed him. For the fangs of cliffs reel emerging from the thunderously roaring sea, blackened with the primeval wrath. Pearls turn to thorns and the breeze once gentle proves laden with piercing hail. Biting mirk devours the skies and the waters and wraps the poor thing round.
Hundreds of people claim using this creature, drawing force from it. Yet none the less many regret its leaving, feeling frightfully helpless deprived of the source of power they have got addicted to. Much fewer are its true masters.

Вот, собственно, и всё. Кому интересно – угадывайте. Если за неделю желающих угадать наберётся больше одного, эксперимент продолжим. Коли нет – цирк закроется.

Желаю удачи!